45 (A Matter of Time)

You're something to few but nothing to me

Someone so twisted and sick as can be

It wasn't the plan, we gave it a shot

You've proven a real man is something you're not

So tell me is this what the future primitive world's supposed to be?

A total abomination is what it looks like to me

No reasonable explanation, can't call it a declaration

A bigot to all, sick of it all, can we all stand up? Go!

I believe that I

Am losing faith in all of humankind

But then I realize it's plain to see

That a number is all you are to me

Not worthy of a name, a number you'll get

A symbol of meaningless, void of respect

A matter of time, you get what you've earned

We'll take pleasure in watching you burn

So tell me is this what the future primitive world's supposed to be?

A total abomination is what it looks like to me

It's a masochist fascination, a character assassination

You're the fool on the hill, we're stuck with you till, we all stand up, go!

I believe that I

Am losing faith in all of humankind

But then I realize it's plain to see

That a number is all you are to me

I believe that I

Am losing faith in all of humankind

But then I realize it's plain to see

That a number is all you are to me

I believe that I

Am losing faith in all of humankind

But then I realize it's plain to see

That a number is all you are to me

I believe that I

Am losing faith in all of humankind

But then I realize it's plain to see

That a number is all you'll ever be

A number you get